Text: Episode 32

1.

Cao Chengrui's hands began to tremble wildly.

He watched as Zhao Shutong's words appeared on his computer screen in the form of words.

"If he doesn't exist, we don't exist."

"Actually, we should be a part of his life."

Cao Chengrui felt a chill in his back, and a chill hit.

Suddenly, the phone message beeped, and he stood up from his chair in shock.

He relieved himself and picked up his phone, it was a message from Yang Xinyue, a set of familiar numbers.

"What do you mean?" Cao Chengrui replied to the message, put the phone back in its place, and continued to stare at the computer.

2.

"Wait...... What you're saying sounds a bit messy to me, let me digest it. ”

Liu Yinghong rubbed his nose, and then subconsciously pulled his neck.

Zhao Shutong stared at Liu Yinghong's movements.

"What, what's wrong?"

Liu Yinghong found Zhao Shutong staring at him and asked.

"You have a lot of small movements."

Liu Yinghong smiled awkwardly, "I'm used to it." ”

Zhao Shutong looked out the window, the sun was shining, and the noon sun deftly avoided the gap between the buildings and bounced through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the café.

I don't know when the concept of time has been weakened.

Time is completely negligible as long as the plot requires.

One second the snow is falling, and the next is a heavy downpour.

Zhao Shutong sighed, retracted his thoughts and continued to tap on the keyboard.

Whether she wrote the story or not, she wanted it to end.

It doesn't end until he disappears in the story.

Or maybe she'll know what it's really like.

Even if you don't exist in the future, it's better than countless partings of life and death.

It's just that now she never thought that the truth of all this was beyond her reach.

3.

Tao Qiwu was in a daze, already lost in the fragrance of women.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open, and the little nurse approached and said that she wanted to give her father an injection.

It seems that the female nurse is the same age as Tao Qiwu, and she should have just graduated from the health school.

Tao Qiwu reminded her, "Sister nurse, are you okay?"

"Whose sister are you called?"

The little nurse frowned, "Don't worry, it's not bad if it's not bad!" ”

After saying this, she laughed first.

Her technique is indeed not bad, steady and accurate.

Tao Qiwu sat down, first withdrew his gaze from the little nurse's hand, and then looked at the jade feet of the young clinical girl.

Just this one made him unsettled.

The little nurse had not walked for a short time when the canopy of the sky gradually became dark, and the cold wind whistled through the crack in the window.

Looks like it's going to snow again tonight.

Tao Qiwu's father snorted suddenly, Tao Qiwu hurriedly came over, only to see his father's body curled up, wrapped tightly in the quilt, shortness of breath, gasping heavily.

Tao Qida was taken aback, got up and ran out of the ward to call the nurse on duty.

But there was no one in the duty room, and the door was locked.

At this moment, there was a "creak" behind him.

Tao Qi turned around.

The door to the hallway behind him opened.

And the stairwell behind that door leads to the morgue.

4.

The electric light in the stairwell suddenly went out, as if someone had blown it out.

Tao Qiwu's head was clouded for a while, and his legs trembled disobediently.

"Yes, anyone?" Tao Qiwu shouted tremblingly.

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind whistling outside the building.

Tao Qiwu settled down, thinking of his father, he had to find the nurse and doctor on duty.

"Anyone?" Tao Qiwu raised his voice and shouted again.

With a "bang", the door of the stairwell suddenly closed, Tao Qiwu couldn't hold on any longer, pulled out his legs and ran to the ward, staggered into the room, and closed the door of the ward.

Tao Qiwu hurriedly found the heart-saving pills, took out a few for his father to hold under his tongue, and helped his father tuck the quilt.

Slowly, Dad's breathing gradually stabilized and he fell into a deep sleep.

After such a toss, Tao Qiwu was completely sleepy, and the whole person's spirit was in a state of high tension.

The young woman in the clinic was still lying quietly and flat, completely unaffected by the scene just now.

I don't know how long later, the father woke up groggily, looked at the clinical girl, and looked puzzled.

Dad asked Tao Qiwu to help him go to the toilet, and the father and son walked slowly, almost step by step, to the toilet at the end of the corridor.

When he was about to walk to the door of the toilet, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, like a cat had been stepped on by its tail.

Frightened, Tao Qiwuyi was excited, and hurriedly followed the prestige.

I saw a small black shadow coming out of the toilet, quickly running past Tao Qiwu's feet, and running towards the duty room where the nurse was, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's a big man, why are you so small!" Dad coughed softly, "It looks like a wild cat, I'm scared of you." ”

The wind outside stopped, and large snowflakes fell from the sky.

Tao Qiwu settled his father on the bed, his body seemed to be emptied, tired and tired, and his eyelids were fighting.

6.

Press enter and watch the cursor flicker rhythmically.

In the café in the story, the bustling street, Zhao Shutong staring at the notebook and Liu Yinghong sitting opposite her.

The picture of them gradually appeared in front of my eyes, and it became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, Zhao Shutong was writing a story about Tao Qiwu in his laptop.

It was a time when I was in the hospital many years ago, and I didn't know where the story would go.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of depression hit.

Looking at the text on the computer screen, I felt sick.

Zhao Shutong in the story of "Untitled" wrote a story about Tao Qiwu, and a large number of paragraphs of text appeared on my computer.

They were all written by me, created by me.

And I wrote it by him.

Who is he?

7.

There was a dead silence all around.

In this atmosphere, Tao Qiwu's heart is also steady.

His eyes were getting drier, his head was getting muddy, his mind was slowing down, and finally his head was pounding on the edge of the bed.

It's so tired, so sleepy.

8.

Cao Chengrui's stomach churned for a while, and finally he had to get up and leave the computer desk, rush to the bathroom and vomit.

Gastric juice burned his throat, and the smell of rot hit his nostrils, and tears flowed down his eyes.

He felt that he was going to die, that his stomach was going to gush out of his throat, and that this kind of death was not a good way to die.

This thought made him feel funny, and he was in tears, vomiting, coughing, laughing.

"Are you alright?"

Someone asked him behind him.

"It's okay......"

"If you can't drink it, drink less!"

Cao Chengrui turned around, and standing behind him was Tao Qiwu, holding a bloody stone in his hand.

9.

I woke up suddenly.

The time in the lower right corner of the screen shows 21:36.

In the blink of an eye, it became 21:37.

Time doesn't matter, even if it's late at night.

I can't sleep yet, I have to keep writing, I have to finish the story.

Only when I finish telling the story, can Zhao Shutong in the story finish the story, and all this can end.

I didn't want to write it anymore, pain gripped me.

"I think you're out of inspiration, look, I'm right, if he's gone, you can't write anymore."

Such a voice appeared out of thin air in his head, who was he talking about? Who is he who speaks?

10.

With a soft sound, Zhao Shutong's laptop screen flashed.

"What's wrong with him again?"

Liu Yinghong looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the street, which was still bustling just now, was now only a few passers-by.

"Whatever...... Zhao Shutong looked at Liu Yinghong, "You also said it, I have to continue writing." ”

Text: Episode 32 - End -

Diary: May 11, 2018 evening

Because of the change of job, I moved to another city.

A city full of churches and mosques.

Most men should be stable at my age, but I'm still running around.

I don't have any dreams, just to make ends meet.

The place of work is in the old street of the city, which has a history of more than 100 years.

The scene full of devastation tells the prosperity of the past.

I rented an old building built in the early 90s, which used to be a grass market and is now a bustling market.

Fruits and vegetables, delicatessen pastries, fresh meats and seafood, and a variety of snacks.

Old and lively.

I work until the wee hours of the morning two days a week.

On the way back to the residence, you can always see people sleeping in ragged clothes sleeping in sheltered places and cats running quickly.

There were also drunk people who vomited on a telephone pole.

I'm afraid that the society I see is different from others......

There is no fairytale love, no pride on the battlefield, no chivalrous love of fighting the sword, and no frenzy of destroying the world.

A depressing world.

Wandering between the unreal and the real.

But there is no doubt that:

Whether it's illusory, or reality, it's cruel.

And cruelty is the beginning of all goodness.

Just as the earth was as cruel as hell at the beginning of life.

In a short time, I will embark on a new journey, and I just want to record it with this text.

I also have to travel far away, meet different people, and experience different things.

Keep struggling.

Playing different roles.

Taste the ugliness of humanity.

I will continue to tell stories when I have time.

I had to fill my stomach first.

I'll try to tell a complete story.

Hopefully I can leave something behind for the rest of my life.

Thank you for reading this text.

Thank.

May the rest of your life be well.